back to Writing Desk Crys and Confessions by David Crow I come before you dirty Lord, I'm so unclean So take my proud heart And break it into nothing I come to you so tired Lord I feel so weak So take your refreshing spirit And pour it over me Take my life and make it what you will I want to feel your presence And to know that You are real Jesus, you're my king Jesus, I cling to thee Jesus, be my everything Jesus I'm so hungry Lord, my spirit's empty So take your Word, the Bread of Life and feed me Oh, I feel so lost I need to see your face So I close my eyes, open my arms, run into the warmth of your grace. (c) 2001 The Breaking Room